10-08-2019, 10:31 PM
“Welcome to Mumbai, Mr. Naidu!”, Richa opened the door and greeted the dark man standing outside of the door in a traditional Indian way. She kept a full smile on her face and ensured she bent just enough to give him slightest of the glimpse of her cleavage. Mr. Naidu wasn’t very different in appearance than the old guy Naidu (Mr. Nagarkar’s ally) from our society although he wasn’t aged. Richa noticed him to be in his 50s with some shades of grey hairs. He wasn’t very tall (maybe around 5’6) with average to strong built a slight paunch but wearing good formal clothes and smelled good courtesy some expensive perfume. Both of them made a good personal impression at each other as Mr. Naidu too was pleased to see a good-looking lady smiling full to welcome him inside. Mr. Patil then greeted his friend as the both seated on the sofa while Sandesh left his bag inside and left for downstairs. Richa quickly rushed into kitchen and brought a jar of water with two glasses, poured it and handed to both. “Would you prefer an orange or cola flavored cold-drink Sir?” my wife asked Mr. Naidu in a pleasant tone and quickly poured him the orange flavored cold drink. They spoke about few things here and there and about Mr. Naidu’s travel plan. It seemed he was leaving the next morning flight.
“Meet Richa by the way! She is new admin assistant!”, Mr. Patil suddenly introduced my wife to his friend. He stood up and shook my wife’s hand. He certainly enjoyed the soft touch and kept her hand in his for some good time before releasing. “Very pleased to meet you Sir!” my wife added some buttery sentences. “She is the reason I am organized here. She has been taking good care of us! You will see it today”, Mr. Patil dropped the first subtle bomb. “Sure! I am glad with the reception! Looking forward to!” Mr. Naidu acknowledged. Both the men discussed business after the initial pleasantries while Richa remained seated across sofa by Mr. Patil’s side, handing him the required files and documents for the discussion. It appeared the deals were already well discussed and finalized and signing them was a formality more than anything. Mr. Naidu suggested to wrap up signing of papers before proceeding to lunch since he wasn’t particularly hungry. Richa quickly cleaned up the center table, arranged all the papers to be signed on it and handed the pens to both the men. She sat on her knees gracefully (not obscene) on the opposite side of the center table and helped the movement of papers from one bunch to both the men and then placing them in another folder once they were signed. She noticed Mr. Naidu glancing at her slightly exposed cleavage as she had bent further to help the signing process. Things were progressing nicely and as per the plan. Richa arranged all the papers properly in the folders once the singing was done and kept it safely on the adjacent storage. Mr. Patil himself assisted her and then he suddenly put his hands around her, on both her shoulders, and loudly thanked her for all the support. But Richa reacted professionally until she served the food to both and had her own as well.
It was almost an hour since Mr. Naidu entered the apartment. He was now comfortable, and they were just chitchatting now. Richa learnt that Mr. Naidu was planning to visit a relative in the evening and then return to the room for the night to catch his flight the next morning. There were still no indicators about her involvement from Mr. Patil so she was getting slightly confused. But he clarified soon when he informed Mr. Naidu. “I will take leave now but Richa will be there for you. I will meet you guys for the dinner.” The friends or business partners agreed and Mr. Patil went to his room to gather his stuff before departing from there. It was now when Mr. Naidu started flirting a bit with my wife. “I am glad you’re staying; I thought I will have to bear with the driver (Sandesh)!” Mr. Naidu spoke in a flirtatious tone and winked. My wife remained sport and smiled back and kept the momentum on. “You’re looking gorgeous in that saree and blouse combination!” Mr. Naidu continued praising my wife. Richa acted blushed and acknowledged the compliments gracefully once again. He was already closing on my wife when Mr. Patil stepped out from his room and was about to leave the apartment. “You have the car and driver downstairs if you need to get anywhere! And off-course Richa!” he exclaimed with a wink as he was leaving the apartment. Mr. Naidu was getting warmed up and Richa knew it was only a matter of time before she was to be put into business. But she remained polite as she locked the door behind Mr. Patil and turned again to Mr. Naidu.
“Bastard! He is lucky to have a PA like you!” Mr. Naidu commented as he relaxed on the sofa. Richa didn’t react and instead asked him if he would like to change into something comfortable as he was still in same clothes he had arrived. He agreed at once and my wife walked him into the neatly set up bedroom. It had attached big bathroom with a tub as well. Mr. Naidu was impressed with the décor as he took an inspecting round. Richa arranged a soft tee shirt and short pants for him. The towels and everything was already placed in the bathroom, the bed was done up and pillows were arranged too. “Would you mind changing into these?” Richa asked him indicating the clothes on the bed. “Or would you prefer something you’ve got?” she followed up asking if he was carrying anything of his own. Mr. Naidu opted for the tee and short pants and proceeded to the bathroom to change. He took off everything and put on the tee and pants, splashed water on his face and then walked out. Richa was standing already with a towel and he used it and then went back in to get his clothes. Richa offered to volunteer but he brought it all out and threw on the chair beside before jumping onto the bed. “May I please arrange your clothes into the wardrobe?”, Richa asked Mr. Naidu before touching his clothes. She arranged his shirt and trousers on two separate hangers but was somewhat puzzled to see him leaving his vest and boxers also. She realized he was just into short pants and nothing inside and that made her slightly nervous. Mr. Naidu was obviously watching her intently especially trying to find out how she was going to deal with his inner wear. She threw a quick glance and found a wry smile on him which added to her anxiety. But she remained composed and picked up the vest first followed by the boxers and put them onto a hanger separately and kept all the hangers in the wardrobe. “Anything else you need, Sir?”, Richa asked him indicating she would now let him alone in the room and let him take rest.
“I will get you newspapers, TV remote and a jar of water”, Richa followed up before Mr. Naidu would ask for anything. She arranged them beside his bed and proceeded to leave. “Please call me if you need anything Sir!”, she promised him.
“Wait! Are you leaving?”, Mr. Naidu responded quickly this time. “Why don’t you wait here if you don’t mind? I am not really that sleepy!”, Mr. Naidu started playing his cards carefully. Richa smiled and agreed as per Mr. Patil’s instructions. She positioned herself onto the sofa while Mr. Naidu was on the bed. He got up and sat on the adjacent chair as he turned on the TV. Richa remained seated and kept looking at TV as Mr. Naidu started surfing through the channels. He surfed through some of the news channels(especially the business ones) and tried to strike the conversation around the market condition and some business friendly policies and all. Richa wasn’t dumb and could respond in a smart way and kept him satisfied with the responses. “I hope you aren’t getting bored watching those stupid news! Let us watch something interesting!” he spoke as he moved into the sports channels. But he further proceeded to the movies set but couldn’t settle on anything particular. The afternoon was starting to turn into boring when he noticed a USB drive connected to the TV set. He struggled with the TV remote but eventually managed to get into the USB mode. Richa's heart started racing when the folder showed up on the TV. It had folders named Romantic songs – Hindi, Romantic scenes – English and some South Indian sexy songs as well. It also had some movies like Hatestory, Jism parts etc. Richa couldn’t help but recollect the hospital encounter with Mr. Verma when he started playing Jism -2 movie scene in front of her. “Looks interesting!”, Mr. Naidu licked his lips and exclaimed with a wink. Richa couldn’t react openly and acted blushed again. “I wasn’t aware of this!”, she responded as if to clarify that she didn’t put it there. She was glad that Mr. Naidu didn’t play the Jism movie but instead settled on South Indian romantic songs.
But she noticed the very first song featuring a beautiful south Indian actress in a tight saree (just like her) being ravished by an actor (an old fellow actually). The resemblance was striking as Mr. Naidu exclaimed in lust watching the video. He was even humming the song tune as Richa remained seated tight. “Doesn’t she look like you?” Mr. Naidu forcefully spoke with Richa who was totally confused where to keep her eyes on. The screen had some raunchy lovemaking as the actor started kissing the naval of the actress and gradually moving up to her bosom, kissing all over her shoulder blades and cleavage, moving to the mouth to smooch the actress. The actress was cooperating and letting her man enjoy her body as he wanted. “Wow, lucky bastard!” Mr. Naidu exclaimed again to grab Richa's attention as he adjusted the shorts around his groin. He was instantly hard and Richa's couldn’t help this time but notice it. He saw her glancing and then look away and enjoyed her discomfort. The actor and actress were now drenched in the rain and hugging each other like no end and then again smooching hard while this time the actor moving on the back of the actress. He undid the strings of her blouse and started grabbing her smooth back and kissing there aggressively. “Damn! He also gets paid to enact this!” Mr. Naidu continued his verbal assault of the actor for enjoying that beautiful actress savagely. Richa remained seated for few more minutes until Mr. Naidu started flaunting his erection openly.
“Meet Richa by the way! She is new admin assistant!”, Mr. Patil suddenly introduced my wife to his friend. He stood up and shook my wife’s hand. He certainly enjoyed the soft touch and kept her hand in his for some good time before releasing. “Very pleased to meet you Sir!” my wife added some buttery sentences. “She is the reason I am organized here. She has been taking good care of us! You will see it today”, Mr. Patil dropped the first subtle bomb. “Sure! I am glad with the reception! Looking forward to!” Mr. Naidu acknowledged. Both the men discussed business after the initial pleasantries while Richa remained seated across sofa by Mr. Patil’s side, handing him the required files and documents for the discussion. It appeared the deals were already well discussed and finalized and signing them was a formality more than anything. Mr. Naidu suggested to wrap up signing of papers before proceeding to lunch since he wasn’t particularly hungry. Richa quickly cleaned up the center table, arranged all the papers to be signed on it and handed the pens to both the men. She sat on her knees gracefully (not obscene) on the opposite side of the center table and helped the movement of papers from one bunch to both the men and then placing them in another folder once they were signed. She noticed Mr. Naidu glancing at her slightly exposed cleavage as she had bent further to help the signing process. Things were progressing nicely and as per the plan. Richa arranged all the papers properly in the folders once the singing was done and kept it safely on the adjacent storage. Mr. Patil himself assisted her and then he suddenly put his hands around her, on both her shoulders, and loudly thanked her for all the support. But Richa reacted professionally until she served the food to both and had her own as well.
It was almost an hour since Mr. Naidu entered the apartment. He was now comfortable, and they were just chitchatting now. Richa learnt that Mr. Naidu was planning to visit a relative in the evening and then return to the room for the night to catch his flight the next morning. There were still no indicators about her involvement from Mr. Patil so she was getting slightly confused. But he clarified soon when he informed Mr. Naidu. “I will take leave now but Richa will be there for you. I will meet you guys for the dinner.” The friends or business partners agreed and Mr. Patil went to his room to gather his stuff before departing from there. It was now when Mr. Naidu started flirting a bit with my wife. “I am glad you’re staying; I thought I will have to bear with the driver (Sandesh)!” Mr. Naidu spoke in a flirtatious tone and winked. My wife remained sport and smiled back and kept the momentum on. “You’re looking gorgeous in that saree and blouse combination!” Mr. Naidu continued praising my wife. Richa acted blushed and acknowledged the compliments gracefully once again. He was already closing on my wife when Mr. Patil stepped out from his room and was about to leave the apartment. “You have the car and driver downstairs if you need to get anywhere! And off-course Richa!” he exclaimed with a wink as he was leaving the apartment. Mr. Naidu was getting warmed up and Richa knew it was only a matter of time before she was to be put into business. But she remained polite as she locked the door behind Mr. Patil and turned again to Mr. Naidu.
“Bastard! He is lucky to have a PA like you!” Mr. Naidu commented as he relaxed on the sofa. Richa didn’t react and instead asked him if he would like to change into something comfortable as he was still in same clothes he had arrived. He agreed at once and my wife walked him into the neatly set up bedroom. It had attached big bathroom with a tub as well. Mr. Naidu was impressed with the décor as he took an inspecting round. Richa arranged a soft tee shirt and short pants for him. The towels and everything was already placed in the bathroom, the bed was done up and pillows were arranged too. “Would you mind changing into these?” Richa asked him indicating the clothes on the bed. “Or would you prefer something you’ve got?” she followed up asking if he was carrying anything of his own. Mr. Naidu opted for the tee and short pants and proceeded to the bathroom to change. He took off everything and put on the tee and pants, splashed water on his face and then walked out. Richa was standing already with a towel and he used it and then went back in to get his clothes. Richa offered to volunteer but he brought it all out and threw on the chair beside before jumping onto the bed. “May I please arrange your clothes into the wardrobe?”, Richa asked Mr. Naidu before touching his clothes. She arranged his shirt and trousers on two separate hangers but was somewhat puzzled to see him leaving his vest and boxers also. She realized he was just into short pants and nothing inside and that made her slightly nervous. Mr. Naidu was obviously watching her intently especially trying to find out how she was going to deal with his inner wear. She threw a quick glance and found a wry smile on him which added to her anxiety. But she remained composed and picked up the vest first followed by the boxers and put them onto a hanger separately and kept all the hangers in the wardrobe. “Anything else you need, Sir?”, Richa asked him indicating she would now let him alone in the room and let him take rest.
“I will get you newspapers, TV remote and a jar of water”, Richa followed up before Mr. Naidu would ask for anything. She arranged them beside his bed and proceeded to leave. “Please call me if you need anything Sir!”, she promised him.
“Wait! Are you leaving?”, Mr. Naidu responded quickly this time. “Why don’t you wait here if you don’t mind? I am not really that sleepy!”, Mr. Naidu started playing his cards carefully. Richa smiled and agreed as per Mr. Patil’s instructions. She positioned herself onto the sofa while Mr. Naidu was on the bed. He got up and sat on the adjacent chair as he turned on the TV. Richa remained seated and kept looking at TV as Mr. Naidu started surfing through the channels. He surfed through some of the news channels(especially the business ones) and tried to strike the conversation around the market condition and some business friendly policies and all. Richa wasn’t dumb and could respond in a smart way and kept him satisfied with the responses. “I hope you aren’t getting bored watching those stupid news! Let us watch something interesting!” he spoke as he moved into the sports channels. But he further proceeded to the movies set but couldn’t settle on anything particular. The afternoon was starting to turn into boring when he noticed a USB drive connected to the TV set. He struggled with the TV remote but eventually managed to get into the USB mode. Richa's heart started racing when the folder showed up on the TV. It had folders named Romantic songs – Hindi, Romantic scenes – English and some South Indian sexy songs as well. It also had some movies like Hatestory, Jism parts etc. Richa couldn’t help but recollect the hospital encounter with Mr. Verma when he started playing Jism -2 movie scene in front of her. “Looks interesting!”, Mr. Naidu licked his lips and exclaimed with a wink. Richa couldn’t react openly and acted blushed again. “I wasn’t aware of this!”, she responded as if to clarify that she didn’t put it there. She was glad that Mr. Naidu didn’t play the Jism movie but instead settled on South Indian romantic songs.
But she noticed the very first song featuring a beautiful south Indian actress in a tight saree (just like her) being ravished by an actor (an old fellow actually). The resemblance was striking as Mr. Naidu exclaimed in lust watching the video. He was even humming the song tune as Richa remained seated tight. “Doesn’t she look like you?” Mr. Naidu forcefully spoke with Richa who was totally confused where to keep her eyes on. The screen had some raunchy lovemaking as the actor started kissing the naval of the actress and gradually moving up to her bosom, kissing all over her shoulder blades and cleavage, moving to the mouth to smooch the actress. The actress was cooperating and letting her man enjoy her body as he wanted. “Wow, lucky bastard!” Mr. Naidu exclaimed again to grab Richa's attention as he adjusted the shorts around his groin. He was instantly hard and Richa's couldn’t help this time but notice it. He saw her glancing and then look away and enjoyed her discomfort. The actor and actress were now drenched in the rain and hugging each other like no end and then again smooching hard while this time the actor moving on the back of the actress. He undid the strings of her blouse and started grabbing her smooth back and kissing there aggressively. “Damn! He also gets paid to enact this!” Mr. Naidu continued his verbal assault of the actor for enjoying that beautiful actress savagely. Richa remained seated for few more minutes until Mr. Naidu started flaunting his erection openly.
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